Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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¶I onelie haue made a mouth of his eie,
¶By adding a tongue which I know will not lie.
760Lad. 2. He is Cupids Graundfather, and learnes newes
¶of him.
¶Lad. 3. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is
¶but grim.
¶Boy. Do you heare my mad Wenches?
765Lad. No.
¶Lad. I, our way to be gone.
770
Enter Braggart and his Boy.
¶Boy. Concolinel.
775Brag. Sweete Ayer, go tendernes of yeeres, take this Key,
¶giue enlargement to the Swaine, bring him festinatly hither,
¶I must imploy him in a letter to my loue.
¶the tongues ende, canarie to it with your feete, humour it
¶your eyes, with your armes crost on your thinbellies doblet
¶like a Rabbet on a spit, or your handes in your pocket like a
¶man after the olde painting, and keepe not too long in one
¶are humours, these betraie nice wenches that would be be-
¶traied without these, and make them men of note: do you
Boy.
called Loues Labor's lost.
